Before I say another word
I really need this to be heard.
God, truly I believe in you,
the love you're always sending through.
But questions still burn deep inside
and my despair, I cannot hide.
Why are some things the way they are?
my prayers, unanswered from afar?
A mental illness plagues my son,
his head, with voices, overrun.
His life's a struggle every day,
why must his life be lived this way?
Mental illness hurts so many,
stop it so there won't be any.
Why when I pray, deep in my heart,
does healing of his mind not start?
I know you give all men free will,
he'll never be set free until...
you cure him and clear out his mind,
please God if you would be so kind.
You know my Erik, he's the best,
more deserving, than all the rest?
No, but God It is clear you see,
just how much my son means to me.
So I pray you will hear my voice,
I hope that you will make the choice.
To help my son, with loving care,
and always, in his life be there.
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